I can’t talk. My family is borderline ecstatic. I have laryngitis so bad I can only whisper quietly, or, if I try to talk, I sound like Minnie Mouse. I have no lower register AT ALL. Zero, zip. It’s squeaky, quiet and annoying. Hal’s and my desks are 25′ apart. Every time I say something to him, he says, "Hmmm?" If I try to say it louder, it only gets higher and squeakier. Fortunately, it doesn’t hurt.
This has been going on since I whined about the weather. If I were one of those people who believed in signs, I’d probably say God was punishing me for complaining. Nah. Everyone knows the more you complain, the longer God lets you live. If you are a big-time complainer like me and know you are going to live forever, you do everything you can to avoid living, even temporarily, in hell. One of the reasons we are staying in Costa Rica.
The past few days, I’ve been too tired to do anything productive. Not sick and tired enough to go to bed, but too tired to focus on anything. I wander between computer games and TV. This is living in hell. No fever, an occasional sneeze, coughing at night, hacking noises, nothing to blame for all this else except a disgusting sinus drainage thing.
Paints a pretty picture, eh? Aren’t you glad you stopped by today? I love all this talk. If you are sick, please email me all your symptoms and I will look it up and tell you what you have. I seriously missed my calling as a doctor. Nothing grosses me out. I can watch any surgery show except liposuction. I just wish they’d label the body parts they are sorting through so I’d know what was going on. Blood, I recognize. Everything else looks the same.
Yesterday, I took a loratadina (loratadine in Spanish) pill which dried me up, made me feel lightheaded and generally crappy. Terrible night’s sleep… but today I feel like a million bucks. Still squeaky, but otherwise GREAT.
And the weather, since I whined, has been incredible. Sunny, clear, you can see all the mountains around here, cool breeze, lovely temperature – just perfect. This matches the perfect weather in Key West. If I were a person who believed in signs, I’d say this was clear evidence that whining works. Squeaky wheel and all that! Whatever brought it on, I’m thrilled. Hope your Sunday is as lovely, even if you live in snow. Pura vida.
My doctor started me on blood pressure meds recently, and I made the mistake of reading the label on the pill bottle as I was filling my weekly pill dispenser. When she gave me the script, I asked for how long and she told me I had to take them the rest of my life. When I read the label, it says, “not refillable.”
Try a netty pot, great for keeping those sinus’s clean.
I just love that song, poor poor pitiful me by Linda R.
…”these boys won’t let me be”. Yep, I’ve wanted to blog that because the Ticos are crazy for blondes (was my slant).
Sorry to hear you’ve been under the weather. Glad you are better and enjoying the beautiful weather and…
you’re posting again.
Hi Robert, That’s the bitch of medicine in the states. My son has asthma, had it all his life (since inoculations… but we won’t go there) but every 3 months or so, I’d have to go to the doctor, pay for the visit, to get the same damn prescription refilled! Here I just walk into a pharmacy and get whatever I want short of narcotics.
thanks, Keith. I went to buy a bulb syringe for just that purpose and it was $5! Imported, doncha know. So I’m going to the Pequeno Mundo today and look for a cheaper one. I AM SO CHEAP. Dumb. But the netty pot is excellent!
Hey, Teri, I missed you guys!!!
Sorry to hear you’re feeling yucky. Or sounding yucky rather. 🙂 The netti pot thing is wonderful. My asthmatic-allergic-to-every-tree-&-weed daughter uses a similar thing only it’s a plastic bottle with a sqirt lid. She can manage it better than the pot. It comes with a mix of goodness. Makes her feel better when she remembers to do it. (she’s 22. Worse than 16 sometimes. lol.)
Hope your voice comes back real soon!
I’d say forget the synthetic chemicals, drink the juice of organic whaetgrass – it has been proven to have amazing curative effects, among others on respiratory ailments…. but I doubt you could get organic whatgrass seed in Costa Rica and, even if you did, had a juicer that could manage wheatgrass. :-((
…(I admit I laughed reading “my family is extatic”… poor you)
Wish we could get wheatgrass… I’m still feeling so crappy, I’d even drink wheatgrass! Have not taken any synthetics, but taking cough medicine tonight. I need the sleep…
Well? How ya feeling? Miss hearing from ya.